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Day 59 - A picture of a random item that you own.

 Again, I have nothing to post a picture of.  I'm looking around my room, trying to find something "random" that I own...nothing.  Everything has a purpose, everything has a memory, nothing is random.  I don't buy random things, and I don't keep random things.  Not now anyways.  Everything has a story, even the underwear with pumpkins on them have a story.  That's how I prefer my life, to have meaning.  Probably because my mother has so many things that have no purpose, at least none as far as I can see, random things.